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Walk Slow
04:17
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No, its not so bad, wondering how we'll all get out if nothing can be done.
And if things fall apart, we'll pick them up, it's all the same, same as it ever was. Can't we have it both ways? Something like not quite lost, not quite in our hands? Now let's just walk real slow. It doesn't matter where you want to go. Since everything's led to this, I wonder how much, how much could we miss? Long doesn't even begin to describe the wasted days, weeks, months, and years. But I think everything's okay; getting there, close enough anyway.
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Destinations
02:59
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Destinations are so fleeting, like a heart stopping beating as a conversation has run dry. Eyes still locked in contact, waiting for some kind of fall-back then forget about yourselves once again. But where are you going? Do you know where you are going? Do you know what's out there waiting for you? Dying fast, but lingering too. Expectations worth repeating. Lost all you were scared of losing and left the rest to rot in the yard. Everyone's so goddamn crazy. They've bought the world and they'll call us lazy, but can't pretend to care when you don't, no no. And you know it's not the first time or the last that you'll sit and wait for things that hurt to pass. And every day spent in between will slowly give away at the seams.
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Pictures and Letters
02:04
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Pictures and letters strewn all around; the wind is blowing, it's blowing you down. Days in the air, nights underfoot; a pitiful winter, an unfinished book. Everything is the same, and there's nobody left to point your finger at. Killing them softly, you're killing yourself. Look in the mirror, you're losing your health. A fight fought and lost, but you ran away; nothing to lose, nothing to gain. Bury the hatchet along with your dreams. The season is over, you've not learned a thing. So why don't you try to find some place to fit, when at the end of every day, you haven't tried a bit?
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Nothing You Say
02:31
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Belly Up
03:45
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Belly up like a fish that's drowned in the air and light, and the noisy sounds of the people moving, wherever they go. The people moving, wherever they go. I can't quite reach, been reaching for days. Counting the hours, listing the ways that I let you down, and everyone else. I let you down like everyone else. And I'm starting to think that this is just the way it is. And I'm trying not to be all of the people everyone wants me to be. Not so sure what you want me to say. A laugh and a grin, giving away that it doesn't matter, and it never did. Doesn't matter so long as we're here. Hold on too tight just to let it crumble. Yell out the words, more like a mumble that you haven't heard what you thought I would say. Haven't heard, you threw it away. Slight of hand, a slip of the tongue. The things we thought when we were young aren't quite as true as we thought they were then. Not so true as they are in the end.
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Feel It Out
03:32
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I've been thinking a lot about everything that we've been doing. And I can't say that I'm not afraid, at least a little bit, I mean who wouldn't be? It isn't more of the same, no. That is something we can both be sure of. Let alone some kind of game, oh well surely I would have fucked up and lost by now. But let's just say I feel alright. It's not a big deal, or it doesn't need to be. Forget it just for today; we don't really have to bring it up now. We can just feel it out. Have you wondered about where you will go when it's time to go there? And have you listed me in your plans, or have you neglected to plan out anything? Well it all seems a bit of a stretch that anyone knows shit about anything, like how to say goodbye to a friend, or how to know when you've met one. Maybe someday we'll figure it all out. and there won't be any mystery left. Everyone's just counting days down and no one knows nobody knows it.
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Fickle
03:00
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If photographs fade, then surely time isn't made to make us feel much better. A moment of truth, amongst lies from your youth, could only break and shatter an incredible mind, they'll eventually find, was never given credit due. But was given away, many times to this day, as a ticket home to cancer. Be this as it may, I've thought of you while away, and I thought that I owed it to paper. That Incredible mind, they'll eventually find, wasn't broken or up in the clouds. Perhaps born the wrong day in this fucked fickle age, where patience was never a virtue. Everyone knows your highs and your lows, and your tireless ventures to stop them from tearing away all that you meant to say, but just couldn't quite find the words. When one day is done and the next comes along, you've just got to keep on trying.
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Days Spent Better
03:30
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An exchange of words, like cold, long glances, like midnight dances in spite of ourselves. It's the damn cold weather, and a day spent better than those back when friends could fight and the end didn't matter at all to us. We didn't have the vision to be what we imagined. And it all came crashing down all around us. Fell to the bottom and nobody found us. Laying in a hole as deep as we weren't, for all of the lessons we only ever half learned. Fill your lungs with the smoke and sorrow of a star-crossed lover, and hold it in, as if we didn't ever need to take another breath. Just breathe a long deep sigh of nothing like relief, and shake it off. It's not like it ever mattered in the first place. Wait just a minute don't walk away quite yet. Maybe this isn't the best it'll ever get. And if you don't have the time to sit with me, I guess I'll just wait around and see.
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As Far As We Can Tell
02:57
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Let's set our sights to the west. And let us do only what's good and what's best, as far as we can tell. That's as much as we can ask of ourselves, I think; I'm pretty sure. Because certainty is a thing all it's own, and it's in you that I see, alone. Turbulent times, they may be. And we skate along so carelessly some day. Well it's all quite alright with me. I can abide, with you at my side. I can abide with this nonsensical world, in which we reside. I can get along just fine, with you at my side.
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Fake A Smile
04:23
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Can we ever let go? Be free from what we've been told? It's not the same as yesterday or the day before. Begin starting over. Forget you're getting older. It's not about you anymore, you've heard them tell you. Fake a smile but you don't know why. It's just another of your selfish lies. Can't you see what it's doing to you? Don't you know it's gonna kill you? Can't say it's not a problem sitting on rock bottom. It's not a crown, you know, it's your bed of thorns. Fake a smile but you don't know why. It's just another of your selfish lies. Can't you see what it's doing to you? Don't you know it's gonna kill you? Said you're sorry another time. Blur the line between what's yours and mine. This isn't anything you thought it would be; this isn't where you thought you would be. Fake a smile but you don't know why. It's just another of your selfish lies. Keep it up but you're going nowhere; give it up, you'll never get there.
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All Falls Apart
02:20
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When it all falls apart, slowly or quickly, and every breath seems to ache, I'll know, quite completely, it all went correctly, when you know it was all for your sake.
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